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Molly adjusted her tactical binoculars, focusing on the backyard. The perimeter was secured with yellow crepe paper. "What's the extraction point?" Bill whispered, trembling behind the hydrangeas. She pointed toward the screaming chaos. The bouncy castle vibrated with the kinetic energy of twenty sugar-loaded six-year-olds. "The cake cutting," Molly hissed. "When the parents are distracted by the candles, we flank the gift table." Bill wiped cold sweat from his forehead. "Molly, that’s a toddler mosh pit. I can’t go back to prison for tripping a kindergartner. These people are animals." She unrolled the blueprint, drawn in red crayon on a diner placemat. "Focus, Bill. The payload is Legos and unredeemed gift cards. High value, low weight. We are in and out." A balloon popped nearby, sending Bill scrambling deeper into the rhododendrons. "Is the clown armed?" Molly sighed, checking her synchronized watch against the kitchen timer. "Only with balloon animals. Stop shaking and put on the mask." Bill held up a rubber mask of a friendly cartoon pony. "I look ridiculous. This is a new low." She smirked, cocking a plastic confetti cannon. "You look strictly professional. Remember, avoid eye contact with the birthday boy. Go!"